Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 12:13:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase
Subject: Chronicles of Mark Sasson 06
Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is
not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?
"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 06 (M/t oral anal BJ bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Hey, this isn't the same floor we got on at."
"No. Right now your trainer is busy with a few wannabe's."
"Wannabees?"
"A few guys from the local college that want to be 'entertained' and don't
have anything better to do for a weekend."
"Oh, meaning?"
"They're either not sure or not serious about becoming bottoms. Ettore
finds them on the internet. Maybe one in a hundred is serious about
becoming a bottom, like Greg."
"Slim odds."
"Yes, but Ettore gets his kicks out of how they react."
"Aren't you afraid that some guy is going to turn around and sue you?"
"No. They have no idea where they are."
"You kidnap them?"
"No. Ettore meets them at a park or other secluded area. They are bound,
gagged, blindfolded and brought here."
"I see. Then they have no connection with the direction or what the outside
of your place looks like."
"Yes and the gate is opened via remote control, so they don't know that
there is one in place."
"Very smart."
"Thank you, Mark. Here."
"What's this?"
"We don't want to interrupt Ettore's playing, so we need to get into
'costume'."
I followed Alex, which had been a pleasure, actually. I finally got to see
that hairy chest and stomach, without the impairment of the shirt. He
looked up at me, at different periods of undress.
"Okay, take a look, Mark."
"I beg your pardon?"
That chuckle preceeded his reasoning.
"I know you want to look."
Alex did the complete turn, in the nude.
"It's only fair, since you've seen me since I was a baby, Alex!"
The answer came across sarcastically and Alex took it in stride, laughing
away.
"You're keeping your body nice and trim, Mark. Lift weights?"
"Yeah. Bales of hay and other fun exercise!"
Another round of chuckles kept our humor up. I watched like a copycat,
fitting my legs into a pair of pants that fit tightly around my hips. All
black and leathery in feel, like that of a horses saddle. Little did I know
that that is what it was made of. I got mixed up on trying to put a leather
strap over my chest. Alex had to clue me in to how it fit over my head,
then shoulders, fastening around my waist.
"Interesting."
"What is, Mark?"
"How these shiny metal rings fit right over my nips."
"Oh, the bottoms love them."
"It really doesn't feel anything great."
"It does with the addition of 'other apparatus'."
"Oh. What's this," I asked when he handed me a round piece of leather, with
a zipper."
"This is to keep them guessing who we are. Oh, and for practical purposes,
I'm going to use the name 'Jason' for you."
"Sounds like secret agent stuff."
"More like secret identity. I want to take every precaution that your name
doesn't link up to your face."
"I see your point, Alex."
"Ready?"
So, looking more like Ninja Turtles, in leather outfitting, we headed out
of the room.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" We heard right away.
"What the hell was that?"
"Probably one of the boys getting punished. Let's see what Ettore has for
entertainment for us, shall we?"
When we approached the scene, I was totally floored. This wasn't any quaint
rural setting, in the middle of nowhere, that just happened to have an old
barn and a wooden slab to fold a guy over.
"Wow! Some bondage!" I exclaimed.
"Keep your comments to a minimum, 'Jason'. Don't use Ettore or my
name. Listen and learn."
"What do I call Attory?"
"Call him Michael."
"Right."
As we got closer, the whole picture began to unfold. This one guy hung by
his arms from the ceiling. Even though it was at basement level, the
ceiling stood a good ten or twelve feet high. A long rope extended from a
pulley. Like I had bound Aron's arms, this young guy's arms were bound
overhead. Unlike Attory, Alex or me, neither the one with the stripes
across his back, nor two other college guys had their identities obscurred.
"How come they don't have these things over their heads?"
"One of the benefits they don't receive and they are called hoods, by the
way."
I repeated the word, 'hood', to remember what it's called.
"What's he being whipped for? Is Attory..."
"Use Michael, don't forget."
"Right. Is Michael allowed to whip him?"
"Everything is prearranged before they arrive."
"That's nice."
I also thought the nice long cock hanging between the punished jock's legs
looked 'nice'. As 'Michael' drew the strap, not a belt, against the college
guy's back, deep down in my pants, my cock stirred.
"What are those things called that the other two guys are in?"
"Stocks. There are many ways to hold a man until he is ready to be dealt
with."
"I've seen them on ox, at the market. The oxen don't seem to comfortable."
"A dungeon is not meant for living in the lap of luxury, Jason."
I laughed inside my mask, at the name of Jason. I never even thought of
myself being anything other than 'Mark'. It struck me as weird.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
"Are you ready to serve me, boy?"
"Is that how they train guys to serve?" I inquired of Alex.
"It is one of the disciplines this boy has agreed to. Ettore works from a
contract, stating what he is allowed to do and not allowed to do."
After the lash across the guy, Attory approached us.
"Michael, this is 'the one' I talked to you about. For our identity's sake,
he is Jason."
I was totally impressed! Michael/Attory, placed the leather strap under his
left arm and removed the leather glove from his right hand. He extended it
to greet me.
"Pleasure to meet you, Jason. I am most pleased that you have decided to
allow me to be your trainer."
"The pleasure should be me thanking you, Michael."
I saw him look at Alex and they smiled at one another.
Alex then says, "Michael, Jason has had some experience with a leather
belt. How about giving him some pointers?"
"My pleasure, Sir. Jason, pick out whom you would like to practice on."
"It's okay to whip any of them?"
"Yes, the 'wannabees' all consent to whipping."
"So, none of these guys are serious?"
"Not yet. We still have one more day, but none of the three show any
potential, especially the one in the stocks on your right. He's a wiseass,
with no intentions of giving respect."
It's as if Michael said that to steer me in his direction. At least that's
what I sensed. I decided to interrupt his game plan.
"I'd rather whip the other one."
He looked over at Alex, whom I saw chuckling away at the feeling he
probably knew Michael experienced, at me choosing the unlikely one.
"Hmm," Michael said. "In that case, 'I' will take the wiseass!"
I thought maybe I did something wrong, until I looked intently at Alex. He
gave me the thumbs up. I smiled. Next, I followed Michael over to a wall of
the dreary looking place. Dozens of different implements adorned it's wall.
"Take your pick, Jason."
"There's so many to choose from. Are there any deadly ones?"
"Oh, you bet. This here?"
"Yeah?"
"Will fillet a man's skin down to the bone."
"Really? Has it been used?"
"Not in recent times. Hasn't been my choice yet. I stick with the harmless
implements of whipping, like this flogger or like the guy hanging from his
arms requested, a leather strap."
"Looks like a belt."
"Softer. Doesn't rip through the skin like a leather belt can. Plus, it
depends on how you handle it."
"True."
"Hmm," I heard Michael comment.
"So, what's your choice, Jason?"
"I'd like to try this flogger."
"Then take the multi-stranded one."
"I'd really like to try this one with the three straps of leather," I said,
taking it down from the rack.
>From the near distance I heard Alex's laugh. I again sensed that I
humiliated Michael in some way, but not in a crucial manner.
"Very well, take that one."
Michael picked the identical one.
"Now show me your stuff, Jason."
I stood behind the guy I chose. I know he tried to look behind him, but
being in the stocks, head and hands secured, he couldn't do that impossible
task.
>From the wiseguy, Michael and I heard, "Looks like you got a peewee to do
you, Jake!"
Following the 'wiseass' came a loud and long laugh.
"Um, alright if I change my mind, Michael?"
"Oh yeah! Just be careful not to aim too low on the back."
"Oh yeah? Why?"
"You can do damage to his inside organs." Michael placed his hand on the
guy's back, smoothing it over his shoulder blades and saying, "aim here."
The college jock protested, "Hey, I don't want any fuckin' little bastard
doing me!"
"Give it to him and hard!"
"Hard, like as hard as I can throw it?"
"Yeah. Match his ego!"
>From the small mouth opening I saw him smile. I liked Michael, well
Attory, right away. We both laughed at his little joke. But I took his
advice in matching the jock's ego. The flogger seemed a lot more tougher to
control. My first attempt actually missed half of the guy's back, thrashing
halfway, coming down on his sides. Still it delivered a harrassing blow.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkooooooooowwwwwwwshhiiiiiiiiiiit!"
As if evading the lash, the college guy tried moving to the right. It only
caused him to hurt his arm and next, twisting about.
"Not bad, Jason. Here, let me show you how to handle it better."
Michael and I came together next to Jake. Michael pointed out how to hold
it. Hardly even lifting the flogger, he let it fall on Jake's
back. However, when he approached the 'wiseass', his example became harsh
and exact.
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkawwwwwwwwfuck!" The jock exclaimed
in a loud scream.
"Now you try and remember wrist control." Michael informed me.
More to my own critical analysis, I think I delivered an more even strike
of the flogger across his back.
"Nice one, Jason."
"Think I have a chance of becoming as good as you, Michael?"
He liked that. Maybe, not thinking, it had been a way for me to make up for
humiliating Michael, but it's something that I began like doing. If anybody
asked me why, I wouldn't be able to explain it in words, other than it made
my cock feel good!
"C'mon, let's try something different, Jason."
Michael seemed intent on torturing the wiseass some more. Before he
released him from the stocks, Michael whispered to me to use the handle of
flogger to hit the guy in the stomach. Apparently he was one of these
exercise freaks that worked out to work up a good set of powerabs. I said
'okay', but wasn't sure of what I was doing, since I never punched a guy in
the stomach before. Michael told me to do it anytime I felt like it and to
aim right above his navel. When the jock got loose, Michael underestimated
his power. His left arm whipped loose and knocked into me, sending me to
the floor. Alex immediately came to me with his concerns.
"Are you alright Mar.. I mean Jason?"
"Yeah. I'll live."
"I'm sure Michael will not take this lightly."
"He said the guy's a wiseass."
"He's right and I'm sure he's ready to beat some sense into the jock."
"Michael said I can punch him in the stomach."
"Then do it."
"He said the guy wants it."
"Then do it."
"Have you ever punched a guy in the stomach, deliberately?"
"On occasion. These jock types love their abs tested."
"Can they take it?"
"Oh yes. You ask Michael about that. He'll tell you. There, he has him
restrained now. Walk right over there and plow your first into his gut,
Jason. And don't hold back."
"Okay. If you say so."
"In fact, here."
"What's this?"
"Put it over your knuckles. It's plastic, but resembles what they used to
call brass knuckles years ago. It will enhance the punch."
"He's not going to get angry at me, is he?"
"Michael has him tightly secured. He's not going anywhere."
"Alex? Ooops!"
Alex smiled back at me, even though I forgot and called him his name in
front of the 'guests'.
"I just wanted to say thanks."
"Go and tuck his gut in."
I walked over to the guy. Fortunately, since these leather pants had been
stiff as a board and I didn't have any briefs on, my hard cock went right
on down my leg. I hadn't thought there would be any room in these tightclad
pants for anything tenting them, so good thing there was a tidbit of leg
room for expanding matters. As I approached the guy, I got a more visual
look at his build. Yeah, he was the body builder type. Like Juan, Greg and
some other guys I've seen, he had this patch of hair below his navel and it
turned me on. In fact the deep, dark navel that studded his stomach was a
total turn on, too. As I approached the front of the big ogre, I looked
behind. There stood Michael, one hand punching the other, a signal to tell
me to strike and strike deep. I remembered Michael saying to hit him above
his navel. The dark tunnel of his bellyhole became an easy target.
"C'mon wimp! Show me what you can do!" The wiseass yelled out.
I took my best shot. All I got was a little grunt out of him and then a
powerful laugh.
"That the best you can do, shrimp?"
But when Michael came around, the guy got his due. I never saw anybody get
punched in the stomach with the ferocity that Michael's fist delivered.
"Uuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh!"
Michael backed away and turned to me.
"That was a hard punch, Michael!"
"Yeah, like he felt it! Now, Jason, hold your fist like this," he
instructed me, "then hold your fist where you want to strike.
The college jock's smile became nonexistant and he breathed in and out
more. As Michael held his fist up to the jock's stomach, just above his
beautiful navel, I saw how the jock tensed his stomach muscles.
"Stand slightly to the side, like this, with your feet paced."
While Michael instructed me on the proper stance for gut punching, I heard
the guy in the stocks, Jake, heckling the jock, hanging by his arms, legs
spread out far, his cock and balls swinging in the breeze.
"Hey, Dugan, the shrimp's gonna bust your gut!"
"Shut the fuck up, Ferrara!"
"Now, watch how I do it, Jason."
I couldn't believe it. Standing there at the exercise jock's side I was
going to get a side view of Michael's fist plunging into the guy's
stomach. And he wanted it done to him, in the first place.
"Ugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Michael didn't give the guy much warning, but I guess he knew it was
coming.
"What do you think, Jason?"
"It's like he hardly felt it."
"Want to try it?"
"Sure, if it's okay."
Michael gave a little giggle and then said, "It's not the punch that will
humiliate this bastard, but..."
"I know. My shrimpy size."
"Yeah, and punch hard. If I'm reading him right, he's expecting more of a
tap than a deep cut to his abs."
"I'll try."
"Here, let's make it a little more challenging."
Michael disappeared for a few seconds. He returned with a hood like the
three of us wore. Only, when he fastened it on the jock's head, it was
missing the eye cutouts.
"I bet that made him mad."
"He's all your's, Jason."
I kidded Michael, "I hope I don't miss and hit him in the balls!"
"If you do, you do!"
I didn't know whether Michael kidded about that or not. It's obvious he
wouldn't lose any sleep over it. Unlike Michael, I knew where I wanted to
punch the jock. Instead of walking up to him, I ran with my fist
extended. At the last minute I heaved my fist hard and it plunged right
into his stomach.
"Ugggggggggggghhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhoooooooohhhfuck!"
"Good one," Michael caught my high five on the rebound. "A little high but,
nevertheless a good punch!"
One thing I expected is Michael correcting me on not lining my fist up with
the jock's navel, but he didn't. He treated me like I did everything
correctly, except for delivering it a little high.
"Want to see what he can really take?"
"Sure."
I could tell Michael had finished with instructing me today. Now he was
ready to get down with some real business. Going to the far wall, he
loosened the reigns on the rope, lowering the jock's body down lower. He
seemed to know exactly where to retie the rope from the pulley. After that,
he went to a cabinet and returned with a pair of boxing gloves.
"Here, help me get these on."
"Sure, Michael."
Our eyes met through our masks and we smiled at each other. After tying
the laces tightly, Michael approached the jock.
"Jason, remove his hood."
At the age of almost sixteen, I stood five feet, ten inches. Dad swore I
wasn't going to get any taller. I easily removed the hood, unzipping the
back.
"Count how many gutpunches, Jason. That is if you can count that fast!"
Michael didn't waste any time delivering a left and right to the jock's
gut. He worked up a solid sweat, pummeling the abs of the superjock, who
moaned out loud with every packed punch.
"Oh shit!" I cried out, when Michael deviated on occasion from the gut
punishment and planted a low punch into the jock's balls.
Suddenly Michael stopped.
"Do me a favor, Jason and loosen my harness."
"Huh?"
I heard Alex yell over, "His straps."
"Oh sorry, Michael. I didn't know what they were called."
"No problemo."
I wondered if Juan's cousins influence had reached Michael. All it took was
two unbucklings and Michael's harness came completely off his chest.
"Oops!"
"Don't worry about it. Better off without. How many did you count?"
"I lost track after eighty-five."
"Time for double duty!"
"Double?" I questioned, as Michael went back to work on the jock's abs.
It seemed the second round, the jock started to give in.
Michael badgered, "Ready to suck dick, college monkey? Huh? Ready to take
my dick down that throat?"
"Fuuuck... you-uuuuuuughhh! uggggh!"
The pummeling continued, Michael lifting punch after punch into his gut. I
wondered how Michael could keep up the pace. Within about ten minutes, the
jock's chin touched his chest. Michael used his teeth to untie his lefthand
glove. After shaking it, it fell to the mat. Taking the jock's hair in his
hand, he lifted his head by his mane.
"Ready to suck cock?"
"Noooooooooo... fuuu...ugh!"
The pattern continued for another five gut punches, Michael asking and the
jock saying no, until Michael came over to me.
"He's broken."
"Broken? You didn't crack any ribs did you?"
Michael giggled between his puffing lungs. His sweat flew onto my body, but
it didn't bother me. In fact it felt erotic to me.
"Broken. He's ready to suck our cocks."
"Our's?"
"Of course I'm not going to let this freakin' college monkey get away with
talking to you like that."
"What happens if he bites us?"
"Oh he wouldn't. Not if he values his balls, he wouldn't."
"Why? What would you do?"
"Put them in a crusher."
"Like crush his balls?"
"That's how it gets it's name."
"Sounds painful."
"Stick around. Got some CBT customers coming in next week."
"CBT?"
"Cock and ball torture."
Whipping was one thing. Punching a guy in the stomach that wanted it, okay,
but torturing a guy's cock and balls? I wasn't sure about that!
"Michael?"
"Yes, Jason?"
"Do you like torturing a guy's cock and balls?"
"Yeah, I get a kick out of it, but hey, listen Jason. I don't expect you to
like everything. Some things you have to get used to. You tell me anything
you don't want to get involved in and we can find something else for you to
do, okay?"
"Okay," I said, but I still wasn't keen on this CBT stuff.
"Ready to get your cock sucked?"
"You can go ahead of me, Michael."
"Hey!"
The other guy from the stocks called over to Michael.
"What do you want, scumbag?" Michael replied.
"Just wanted to know if I can get some cock to suck, um, sir?"
I kidded Michael, "You broke that one easy!"
He laughed. Then, like Greg's position upstairs, Michael fashioned the guy
from stock bondage, to kneeling, his wrists clad in leather cuffs and
connected together behind his back.
Before Michael had me feed him my cock, the guy asks, "I like this guy
here. Can I come back and do some training with him next weekend?"
"Me?" I said to both Michael and the kneeling college jock.
He wasn't a big bully guy like the college jock that got gut punched. He
was a short, Hispanic, I think. He had the same tanned skin as Juan. I did
like his build and he had some hair on his chest, a trail down his stomach
and a moderate sized cock and balls. One thing I liked was the gentle way
he talked.
"Yeah, well we'll see about that, Jake."
I liked his name, too... 'Jake'. I didn't think of him as being a gentle
guy, after his harrassing of the 'monkey jock', as Michael called him, but
now he seemed real gentle. Putting on my shining dramatic skills, I began
acting the part.
"Open your mouth."
"Yes, Sir," Jake replied.
I started to undo the top of the leather pants.
Michael called over to me, "Jason?"
I looked over to Michael, whom stood before his monkey jock, his cock
buried deep in the guy's mouth.
"Huh? Your pants?"
"It unsnaps."
Looking down, I did see what Michael referred to. Lifting the pouch, I
heard a 'snap' and it unsnapped. I followed through until I could pull it
free. At the same time I heard 'my' jock giggle.
"What're you laughing at?"
"Sorry Sir. Um, you can fuck me too, if you want."
Like a real pro, I answered, "Get me lubed up and I'll think about it!"
"Yes, Sir," came his eager reply, propping his jaw open.
He sure didn't suck a cock like Juan or Aron. No, this felt entirely
different. While inside his mouth, he swirled his tongue around my teen
shaft.
With the inexperience, I said to Jake, "Mmmmm, that feels good!"
He popped off long enough to say, "Thank you, Sir."
The 'sir' seemed strange to me, a kid of sixteen, but I acted like I was a
couple of years older.
Michael again got my attention by saying, "Looks like you might have a
winner there, Jason," then gave me the thumbs up.
I followed some of the stuff Michael did, like putting my hand on the back
of Jake's head and making him take my cock all the way in. I definitely
wasn't as long as Michael, but I could feel the back of his mouth on the
tip of my cockhead, like it started to go down his throat, but it wasn't
long enough. I let go when I heard him choke.
"You okay?" I asked Jake.
"Yeah. Just not used to it, sir."
After a brief catching of his breath, Jake was right on my cock again. I
figured that this hadn't been Jake's first blowjob. In fact he must've had
dozens of cocks in his mouth, since he treated my cock so nicely. Suddenly
I heard all kinds of erotic sounds coming from Michael. He had the monkey
jock's head in his hands. I'd call it 'violent', the way he jambed his cock
in and out of his mouth. Sometimes Michael would hold his cock all the way
in, to the hilt. At first the monkey jock choked and then after awhile, he
didn't, but Michael forced his cock all the way in. Quickly doing some
math, I figured out that with the approximate with from the jock's lips to
the back of his throat... 'wow!' Some of Michael's cock had to be going
down the monkey jock's throat!
"No teeth, bitch!"
I turned real quick at Michael's outburst and as I did, I heard a loud
'smack'. A red splotch could be seen on the side of the wiseass'
face. Michael stood there examining his cock.
Next I saw Michael grab a chunk of the guy's hair and snap his head back,
stick his face in the 'bitches' and shout, "You're very lucky, you know
that, bitch?"
The monkey jock smiled defiantly.
"Guess I need some collateral."
I watched Michael walk away to a cupboard. Opening a draw, he took out a
long leather lace. It's then he picked up on me watching him.
"Come over here a minute, Jason. I need your help."
"My help, Michael?" Like an idiot, I said to Jake, "Don't go away."
The monkey jock took the time out to clear his throat. I assumed Michael
had used it forcibly.
"What do you need help with, Michael?"
"Here, Jason. Pick one of these out for me."
"They look like a bunch of shoelaces. Your's broken?"
Michael chortled.
"No. I'm interested to see which one you think I should tie around his
balls."
"Around his balls? You're going to choke his balls?"
"Yeah," Michael replied, a grin on his face. "My insurance against his
teeth 'eating' through my cock, while I get a hot suckjob."
"Well I don't know. What's the difference between using a thick or thin
one?"
"If you pick it too thin, you shouldn't pull too hard. Like this one."
"Looks like the line my dad uses for fishing."
"Too much of a pull, like jerking it, could lop a guy's balls right off!"
"Eeewwwe," I said. I pictured the ugly mess it could make, plus the
grossness of a guy not having balls. "Did you ever, um?"
"No, don't worry. I play it safe, Jason."
"I think I'll pick this thick one to be on the safe side," I decided,
choosing a thick leather lace.
"Good choice. I almost went for that one myself."
"Do you prefer the thick laces, Michael?"
"Oh yeah. In fact I like them nice and long. If you don't mind, Jason, I'll
take the same thickness that you chose, only a longer one. C'mon. I'll show
you why."
"Okay," I said and followed Michael.
One thing I noticed, on approaching 'our' two boys is that the wiseass
slouched over, but not Jake. Jake stay rigid on his knees. His shoulders
remained erect, along with his cock. His arms, even though cuffed behind
his back, straightened a bit, like Jake making himself proud for me. I
smiled through the little opening in my mask. I caught a slight smile back
in return from Jake.
"You paying attention, Jason?"
"Oh! Yeah. Sure, Michael."
He smiled at me, knowing the score.
"Sit up, bitch. You're a disgrace."
Michael gave him another slap across the face. I didn't think I would have
the courage to do that. Especially not to Jake. He was being so good, too!
"You make a little lasso like this. Then loop it around both his balls."
"He's got big balls."
"Yeah. Maybe tomorrow, if you've got some time, we can play with them."
"Isn't he going to be worn out by then?"
"Hey, we're not without passion here, Jason...."
The jock giggled at Michael's remark. It earned him another slap across the
jaw.
"As I was saying, these boys do get to sleep."
"Akkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," the jock cried out, as Michael cinched the leather
lasso.
"Ooooh, that must've hurt!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, pity ain't it!" Michael joked.
The wiseass was still wincing, his eyes closed, trying to bear the pain.
"Now let him try to bite my cock."
"Oh, I get it. If he goes to bite you, you pull on the lace."
"Or jerk on it."
"Oh man that's gotta hurt."
"As I said, Jason. Tomorrow we'll workover his balls. I'll show you how far
they can be stretched."
"Stretched? Like a rubber band?"
"Not with the lace. I have these wide, leather pieces called
sheaths. They'll stretch his balls away from his cock. I'll like to stand
here and chat, but my cock is aching for a massage."
"I know what you mean, Michael."
"Yeah? Like that cocksucker?"
"Yes. I never had my cock sucked like he does it."
"Take your time and see how long you can hold out before you shoot your
load."
"Michael?"
"Yes, Jason?" He asked, as he began to plug the wiseass' mouth again.
"I feel kind of embarrassed to ask."
"You shouldn't be. No question is too silly to ask of your trainer."
"Okay. Um, your cock is a lot longer than mine and..."
"It's eight and half inches."
"How do you know?"
"I measured it with a ruler when I jacked it up. If you want, we'll measure
your's sometime."
"Really? That would be neat. I'd like to know, but Michael, you're whole
cock was in his mouth, all the way up to your pubes."
"Yeah and felt dam excellent!" He smiled.
"But his mouth isn't that long."
Michael got what I was driving at and offered, "Yeah. A guy's deep throat
can feel just as great as his ass chute!"
I must've looked totally astounded for Michael to laugh the way he did.
"You can stuff your cock down his throat?"
"Sure. Watch. I'll show you."
"Isn't he going to turn blue?"
"Nah. I've almost got the bitch broken now."
Sure enough, as Michael fed the wiseass his cock, it slipped in deeper and
deeper. A few grunts stifled Michael's efforts, but he warned his bitch to
relax.
"Here, put your fingers in between my pubes and his lips, Jason."
I think my cock grew some inches right then and there, as my fingers
touched Michael's pubic hair. Other than my own, Aron or Juan, it's the
only other pubes I've touched, let alone an adult's crotch.
"Wow, Michael! It's... it's all inside of him!"
Not only that, but now it looked as if the wiseass enjoyed sucking
Michael's cock. He must've slipped though, paying attention to Michael
showing me all this, because Michael had to tug on the lace around his
balls. He winced and I could hear him groan in pain.
"Did it work?" I asked.
"Like a charm," Michael replied, smiling. "You better get to your boy,
before he gets too soft."
Sure enough, when I began walking over towards Jake, his cock lay limp,
like sleeping on his bed of balls.
Looking back at Michael, I joked, "Feel good?"
"Hell yeah! Feels so fuckin' good!"
I could tell Michael lost in the lust of the moment. He didn't even catch
himself cursing in front of me. Then again, I'd most likely be the same
way, at the rate Jake sucked me too!
"You want to fuck me?" Jake said, popping off my cock.
"No," came my simple answer.
"Oh, I see."
"You do, Jake?"
"Yeah. You want to wait and see if I'm going to sign on to be your slave
and then claim me, by fucking me."
It sounded good to me, so that's what I went along with! Jake went back to
sucking me and when I came it felt so awesome that my jizz went down his
throat. I could actually feel the sensation of shooting my goo 'into',
rather than have it 'flood', panning out into a mouth, like I did with
Aron. Right after I finished up, Michael let out an awesome cry and we
could both tell that he did the same, only with a more powerful orgasm.
%
What a thirst quencher! continued....
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